St Stephens Academy - Academician Yearbook (Port Huron, MI)

Page 24 text:

strength, and gave a carnival, which was an event of the season to be al- ways remembered. When Mt, Clemens played our boys-and lost of course -they were given a banquet at which we assisted the Senior girls. But to us the greatest event was the junior-Senior Banquet which We gave the Seniors at the close of school. T Time and tide wait for us now,', as the saying goes, and once again we find ourselves at dear old St. Stephen's door, waiting to be admitted as Seni- ors. How happy we were that day, just to think of ourselves as Seniors, and at the very portal leading out into life. A kindred spirit had grown up amongst us, and though we were loath to learn that a few of our number had fallen by the wayside or had not the courage to face the problems of the Senior Year, still nevertheless we fortunate twenty-four who represented the survival of the f1ttest joined heart and hand and staked our fortunes as scholars and athletes and started out on our Senior march with Mother Mary Louis to guide us. A new subject, Chemistry, was added to our course. We found it to be very interesting and also quite difficult. But, Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and with this motto in our hearts we settled down to good, hard, earnest study. The study of 'Chemistry afforded us many, never-to-be-for gotten pleasures. We were invited out to Mueller's one day to view the plant and watch the process of brass making. Another pleasant outing was our trip to the Morton Salt Block, where we were instructed how the salt was tak- en from the ground and purified. From both these excursions we gleaned much practical information. VVe continued our Latin and French with an addi- tional subject, History. 'Our Acquinas Club was formed under the direction of Reverend Father Murphy. The meetings were held on Friday afternoons and many were the unsuspected pleasures in store for us. This year is perhaps the most memorable and notable of our High School life. Classes may have their ups and downs, their joys and sorrows, but when the call of Graduation,U sounded over the din of preparations we wel- comed it. But VVith heavy hearts we say Adieu, To old St. Stephen's and to youf' --S-S-A-1 CHRISTMAS Christmas bells are ringing, Their music swells the air, Angels are softly singing , To the Saviour lying there! This little Child, a Saviour, A King? Can this be true? Yes, angels said to shepherds On that midnight long ago, In a little stable in Bethlehem A King is born to you!

Page 23 text:

Class History Marie Churron, '24 Backward, turn backward Oh, time in thy flight! Make me a child again just for tonightlu Let us turn back with old Father Time, back to our entrance into High Schtool. That day, so happy to us all, was perhaps one of the happiest of our High School life. Old acquaintances 'were revived and new ones made. Our class was composed, besides those from St. Stephenls, of pupils from St. Joseph's and the neighboring towns. Our teacher was Sister Priscilla and under her direction we were safely launched in our school duties. We started in with light hearts to conquer Latin and Algebra along with Ancient History and English. All these lessons we found decidedly inter- esting. This first year was marked by a series of debates and a few social events. The debates were long and well fought. The grammar grades were often invited in to witness our brave attempts. Our entrance into High School was the occasion of another great event -enrollment in the Athletic Association. When called on for contributions we responded with a Carnival, which was a great success. But success can only be appreciated by those who have worked hard to attain it. Thus after a year of hard work and study, we passed our tests, to be admitted as Sophomores.'l VVhen classes started next year, we returned, but only to find our ranks somewhat diminished. Surprise seemed to be in store for us this year, be- sides a new teacher, Sister Mary Carmel, we had a new school, and we felt not a little pride to be the first Sophs to enter it. As we traveled on through our course our lessons became harder and in our new branch of study we met Caesar and followed him with his troubles in Gaul. Geometry and Mediaeval History gave us much anxiety, but success comes to him who perseveres, and we all passed with Hying colors. All will recall the great Sophomore picnic held at Lakeside Park, as our greatest social event of this year. VVith the school-bell ringing out its warning summons once more we returned to the studies and pleasures, victories and defeats of our junior year. Sister Mary James guided us safely through the crisis of this year. It is to her we owe our knowledge of Physics and higher Algebra. This year our class was in a sense, divided, some taking French and the others continuing Latin. The spirit of the season now called to us, as member of the Athletic As- sociation. We joined with the Twelfth Grade, because In union there is

Page 25 text:

Class Prophecy Margaret Marx, '24 I was seated on a boulder up the side of one of the mountains, bordering the Panama Canal. It was a beautiful afternoon, the foot hills and the val- leys were turning green, and the atmosphere was warm and balmy. The boulder on which I was seated stretched out over a mountain pass overlook- ing the canal, which seemed to me like a sheet of sparkling crystal. Whilst I sat there the sun had gradually worked its way around, put- ting me into a stupor which developed into a feeling of drowsiness. Soon the report of blasting rocks fell round, VVhich suddenly changed the forest ground, Darkened were the sunbeams above, Gone forever the scenes I love. Silent the little rippling brooks, Storm raged in all the forest nooks, Within the dark walls of a cavern wide A magician in solitude doth abide. Brewing and stirring in a bowl of old VVith his long charm-laden rod of gold. Muttering the while in monosyllables, Calling to witness the gods and Sibyls. I-Iearkenl' attendant spirits to my prayers, NVhich I offer to thee with all my cares, Grant our twenty-four fortunes by your will, , In the Hoating soap bubbles your pipes now Hllg Radiant beams through a magical screen, Catch the large bubbles where the future is seen. 1 Behold a monastery grand adorned with pillars white, Before whose gates our President appears upon my sight. He rules a missionary band, his subjects love him so Because he reigns in gentle grace, as you my classmates know. And then a scene of horror rife appalls my stricken sight And by the lightning's litful flash dispell'd is the night. Amidst a band of, savages a black robed nun doth teach The love of God and saving souls is all Macrina seeks. Again I dip the magic pipe and in the lambent rays There comes a sweet delightful scene of former schoolhood days, Anne Samberg seated brush in hand, her easel as of yore, Paints an exquisite portrait the artists all adore. And next I see an old classmate who wears a large sized hat, But Tommy's bound a gentleman to be for all of that. He's mayor now of Emmett and it's such a wondrous place For prosp'rous business enterprise it ran a steady race.